(Oh. He can feel the way Aki trembles and sniffles and while he gives him a reassuring squeeze, he doesn't move to brush those tears away. It's good to cry. It's good to let the tears flow,)

Of course. You're precious.

(Speaking softly, holding him close, brushing his hair,)

Hayakawa Aki is a good man. Surprisingly good.

(Truly and he leans in to whispers soothingly,)

Is it so hard to believe? That you're loved? (Because this isn't the first time, is it? He'd been misconceived about Sadayasu and now, he's been oblivious to Denji.) It's no surprise to me.